"An invasion?" I repeated, cocking my head to the side. "What is it this time? Zombies? Mutated zombies? Killer Clowns?"
By the look on the man's face as he looked back and forth between me and Dante, I could see the panic. Sweat poured down his face as he frantically tried to catch his breath. His eyes seemed to be bugging out of his head, and his hands trembled slightly.
Whatever was trying to get inside of the Lair was bad enough to cause this 'made man' fear.
"Humans," he sputtered, looking at me briefly. "There is a group of humans, maybe ten or so, at our gates, asking to come in."
"That's your definition of an invasion? Humans? Oooh, terrifying! Tell them to go away if you are that worried about them," I shrugged, turning my attention back to the man in front of me. "You were saying?"
